Life is busy: the phone keeps ringing, the kids need attention. Meanwhile, someone’s at the door, the dog is barking, there are bills to be paid, a deadline at work… but where is the time for God?
He doesn’t pound on the door like the neighborhood children, or stand beside your desk and interrupt while you’re working, or call during dinner like the phone solicitors.
No, He patiently waits for us to call on Him.
While the stresses are building, and you try to figure out schedules, or why you’re already out of milk (again), or who’s picking up whom from what, God waits.
While you throw another load of laundry in the washer, sweep the kitchen floor, sort through the mail and answer another phone call, God waits.
My husband and I make it a priority to find time each day for a private conversation over a cup of coffee. We take the time to show love toward our now-grown kids and discuss their lives and their concerns. We have friends over for dinner. Meanwhile, God waits.
Why does it often seem so very difficult to find the time to talk to God? Many of us know from personal experience that prayer is effective, and powerful and healing. It has the ability to change us, to strengthen us, to give us peace. Yet, it is often the very last thing we take the time to do—often finding ourselves falling into bed, exhausted and whispering a few words as we drift off to sleep.
As I was pondering this question in the back of my mind, I came across a passage that grabbed my attention: “Yet God does not abandon us. He keeps His promise: ‘Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.’” (Hebrews 13:5).
Even during the storms, He stands just to the side, ever watchful, waiting to embrace us the moment we again seek His presence.
His words to Jeremiah apply to us all: ‘Call to me and I will answer you.’ (Jeremiah 33:3).
Is that not awe-inspiring? “Call to me and I will answer you.” When I read that passage, I grow numb as I try to absorb the thought that the God of all Creation has commanded me to call on Him. My mind can’t begin to comprehend the fact that He then promises to answer me.
Yet, I am ashamed to admit, I often neglect to talk to God. Sometimes I am too tired, sometimes I am too busy. Maybe even sometimes I am just too selfish.
And I have to wonder: what peace or power or direction is missing from my life because I neglect my relationship with the God of the universe? He reaches out to me in every sunset, every rainfall, every flower, but I focus instead on my own agenda. He wrote me a letter- gave me the gift of His written word, yet my Bible often sits unopened on my coffee table.
How to Save Your Family: Respond to God
Thanks to the examples of my parents and grandparents, and thanks to some good books and great friends that have been influential in my life, I’m always brought back to the reality that prayer is an essential part of being all that I can be, of being a better mother—and a better person.
It’s so awesome to know I don’t have to go it alone.
And you don’t have to either.
Whether you are happily married, or going through a painful time in your marriage, or raising children as a single parent, you are not alone.
Weathering life’s struggles and raising kids in a culture that has gone mad takes strength and guidance from someone bigger, wiser, and stronger than ourselves. And He’s only a prayer away.
We love our families best not when we’re anxiously running around trying to make things happen, but when we give control over to God through prayer.
One of the best gifts we can possibly give our children is to teach them to pray. But simply telling them to do it probably won’t yield true results. Kids learn best through the examples their parents set. It is easier for kids to believe in the importance of prayer when they see how important prayer is to their parents. It is easier for kids to understand that God desires a relationship with them when they see their parents in relationship with Him.
One day when I was a young girl, my father (who was a pediatrician) and I were the only ones home. We were in separate parts of the house, but through the stillness of the hallway, I heard a low, mournful sound… a soulful weeping. I tiptoed silently and slowly toward his room, filled with concern and curiosity. As I drew closer, I could see that his door stood slightly ajar. I gently pushed it open just enough to peer inside.
A sense of holiness permeated the air, and, in an instant, my impressionable young mind and spirit were impacted so deeply that I would embrace the memory of that moment countless times throughout my life.
In the solace of his room, I saw my daddy kneeling beside his bed, weeping and praying from the depths of his soul for one of his young patients. As the tears flowed freely from that great man, I lingered for a moment in breathless awe as I felt my faith in God soar beyond my own understanding.
As Donald Miller wrote in his book, Blue Like Jazz, “Sometimes, you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself.”
The best thing you can do for your family and for yourself is to lean deeply into your own faith and develop your own prayer life. Begin an ongoing conversation with God. Respond to Him when He reaches out through nature, through friends and family, through His word, through your local church.
Turn to Him. He is patiently waiting.